This is a song about "Spare"

Never to spare me kindness.

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

All these people are spare bullets i've loaded

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

So i look for a little bit of gold, while tryin to spare my own soul,

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Although you will still end up with a spare hole on your neck.

When i'm making words, call 'em spare lines.

All the time with this glock of mines

Im wastin punchlines but i got so many to spare i just thought of another one that might go here

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

That couldnt spare a buck good luck succeeding cause im still leading. i own

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

Write in my spare time, gold chain that's glare time.